It did not matter, it did not matter. Destroy and forget! But a butterfly in the Park, an orchid in a shop window, would revive everything with a dazzling inward shock of despair.
Ada
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Ada
@brian_eno_69
Randomly generated tweets pulling phrases from Vladimir Nabokov's Ada (1969).
Joined December 2019
- ‘I can lend you my tongue,’ she said, and did.
- Both were diverted by life’s young fumblings, both saddened by the wisdom of time.
- Later, when he was so fond of kissing her cold hands she would clench them, allowing his lips nothing but knuckle, but he would fiercely pry her hand open to get at those flat blind little cushions.
- He touched her wrist, like a dying doctor. A quiet madman, he caressed the parallel strokes of the delicate down shading the brunette’s forearm. He went back to her knuckles. Fingers, please.
- Even then did we both understand that kind of heavenly stuff, even then.
- ‘Hold it!’ cried Van. ‘That’s the Collected Works of Falknermann, dumped by my predecessor.’
- I tried to make a poem about it for you, but I can’t write verse; it begins, it only begins: Ada, our ardors and arbors — but the rest is all fog, try to fancy the rest.’
- because I hoped you would too
- ‘I’m a rude brutal boy, please forgive me,’ he said.
- fondled, and savored, and delicately parted and defiled, in unmentionable but fascinating ways, flesh
- because of her pale, voluptuous, impermissible skin, her hair, her legs, her angular movements, her gazelle-grass odor, the sudden black stare of her wide-set eyes, the rustic nudity under her dress; exasperation
- ‘How’s the wound?’
- ‘male in your left hand; female in your right, or vice versa, with the tips of their abdomens touching